Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.